anotheranon: (surprise)
For most of the week before the Atlanta trip, I was in training for work.

We've been working with the latest version of a web traffic analysis software package for the better part of 18 months, and around December the analytics team (me and another woman) decided that we'd learned all we could on our own - it was time for one of us to go to training. I'd missed my chance to take it in the fall when the class filled up, so I jumped on it.

And rather (un?)surprisingly, I've picked some things up in the 10(!) years I've been in this industry.

Some history: I've worked with several versions of this software, and remember way back when I'd have to run it on my own PC and go to lunch because it ate all the CPUs :P Over the years it's expanded into a server-based behemoth with a lot of capability and corresponding "moving parts", all of which have to work in concert to generate sensible data.

I've long felt like an inadequate IT professional because I'm not a comp sci major and I never specialized - I've done HTML, programming (not the same thing), database design, and taken classes in various scripting, graphics, backend etc. over the years: jill of all trades, mistress of none. Yet it's taken me this long to realize that my patchwork background can be helpful in some contexts: I "speak" just enough developer, database, and backend to make this software do a lot of swank things, now that I know how to get at everything.

It also helps that I can translate tech for "laypeople" - non computer professionals can get pretty sick of the jargon and seem relieved that I can explain stuff to them in terms they can understand. I've been helping a couple of friends with things and I think I've actually helped rather than confused them further!

And none of this should surprise me as [livejournal.com profile] jlsjlsjls, among others, has lectured me over the years about the value of being a generalist and how the world needs more of us, but this is the first time I've managed to translate that to something useful at work instead of jumping between things.

It's a useful, integrated, nice feeling.
anotheranon: (histfencing)
I went out to historic fencing practice today, for the first time since.... April (?)

And... I felt genuinely guilty about ditching my Sunday morning foil practice. Not just because my foil game is getting [gasp!] good and I didn't want to interrupt my "roll", but because I sometimes feel like I ought to keep my fascination with WMA a secret - I've found that many fencers lurve their chosen weapon/discipline to the exclusion of all else and can get a bit judgmental about other systems.

Which is a damn shame because there are a lot of commonalities - effective use of time and distance are required across weapons systems. Because one of the historic weapons I fence, smallsword, is an ancestor of modern foil there's even a bit of cautious cross-pollination.

Which means my smallsword isn't bad. My rapier is quite poor though (rapier is just too heavy/slow for feints/teasing - I have it or don't, no playing around). Saber is as ever fun (with curved, period correct blades, whoo!) but rusty.

At the end of it all, I'm a history nerd and I love swordplay, so my occasional visit is a logical progression. Though WMA is a great day out with friends, foil remains my steady :)

In other weekend news: annual veterinary checkup Saturday morning went as well as could be expected, considering one cat wets her carrier and sticks to the inside, and the other fights any and everyone in a white coat (she almost escaped them this time). Both need to go on a diet, and we're going to introduce this slowly - as the food gets eaten, it's going to be replaced by less and they'll be fed separately so we'll know how much they're eating (hints on how to do this invited). Amusing anecdotes forthcoming.

And lamentably, my car is making a weird noise - growling/snoring when accelerating and a feeling of something "loose" at the rear right when I go over bumps. Did a little reading up and I suspect it's the muffler/exhaust system, and while the car drives ok I figure I'd better do something sooner rather than later so I'm going to try to get into the shop this week. Depending on what it turns out to be it might or might not put a real crimp in my weekly goings and doings.

First go/do of week is a Networking Opportunity(TM) after work tomorrow. I hate networking because I'm not good at it, and doubly dislike that it's downtown after work, necessitating a suffocating metro trip after 8 hours being "on". Still, it's good practice for me and I might learn something.
anotheranon: (Default)
D. has made me a new computer. Or, at least, he has done a staggeringly good job of cobbling together what we have, fine tuning it carefully and setting it up immaculately - he can squeeze more power out of a motherboard than I thought possible! I'm not going at light speed, but I am going substantially faster than I was before - no more waiting on graphics to chew....

And Filezilla rocks my socks!

I have spent a regrettably large part of this holiday weekend doing web work - this grieves me, but the hours sitting at my desk managed to spawn 1) some pretty good fic, if I do say so myself, and 2) the urge to move around motivated me to clean up the kitchen and stovetop (Greased Lightning also rocks my socks) and even some of my sewing area - I can see part of my cutting table again (!). So all is not lost.

I also managed to steal some reading time for myself. I finished "The Night Watch" - EXCELLENT book - not as merry or sexy perhaps as Waters' previous books, but written so well that it practically breathes, leaving you wishing you were there, even if it's in the middle of London during the Blitz.

Also still reading (or rather, skimming - it's not exactly an action-packed thriller) Henry VIII's inventories. Despite the archaic spellings most of it makes sense, and there are little things that are somehow so human - in the middle of the section on jewels and plate there are listed the contents of a small coffer that contained hoods and medicines for Henry's hawks. Sure, he wasn't the one medicating them, but it's nice to know that someone cared enough to do that, even if it was just to keep the hawks in hunting condition.

I do have some vocabulary questions I might post later for the historians reading, if I can't find the answers on my own.

And because I can't leave y'all without a clicky thing, here it is courtesy [livejournal.com profile] betnoir: Serenity: The MST3K Version ("THE OPERATIVE: I’ve seen your war record.
TOM: It had a nice beat and you could dance to it.")

gah...

May. 22nd, 2006 11:28 pm
anotheranon: (790)
Where did the time go?

Working. As best as my slow computer will go, but working.

LJ Firefly fic bides the time when I'm waiting for something to load/unload. Tremendously funny and sweet/sexy.

Deeply tired.

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